I am Like the Weeds, I Guess....

Cheeky Missy

I am like the ugly flowers
That folk commonly call weeds;
When they see me they think "homely"
But when I smile they are pleased....
"Oh how pretty!  You are lovely!
If you would only smile more....."
And of course, just for a moment,
That I'm pretty we are sure.
Then again, as on with living,
We off go our sep'rate ways.
And rare it is I really smile:
When I do, that's what they say.

07AUG03

  • Author: Chic George (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 3rd, 2010 01:33
  • Comment from author about the poem: So you know those moments in your tender youth that scar you for life? Okay, well, I can still recall when at the tender age of 12, while talking to an adult, I must've smiled, and it must've been unusual, for the person suddenly exclaimed, "Oh, you look so pretty when you smile! You should smile more!" and I realized I must be ugly otherwise. Right? Hahaha. Of course not, in fact when I shared this with my best friend, she and I laughed over it.
  • Category: Humor
  • Views: 37
  • User favorite of this poem: dbremner.
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Comments2

  • dbremner

    Good piece, cleverly done.

    • Cheeky Missy

      Thank you very much! You made this "weed" smile!

    • ironmaiden_81186

      that adult must have been right....you certainly have a pretty smile
      and when you put that in words...its even better.. so smile 🙂

      • Cheeky Missy

        Thanks alot....you made me.....SMILE!!!



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